In the quiet night, the heart speaks loud,
A rhythm of life, a pulse unbowed.
Fingers trace the lines of fate,
Each touch, a story, each grasp, a gate.

Eyes like windows to the soul,
Reflecting dreams, making us whole.
Lips that whisper secrets untold,
The warmth of love in whispers bold.

Feet that wander, paths unknown,
Carry the weight of stories grown.
Shoulders strong, bearing the load,
Guiding us on life’s winding road.

Hands that build and hearts that beat,
In this symphony, all parts meet.
From head to toe, a seamless blend,
Body and soul, till the very end.